1 And I pray God grant them a fair departure.
2 Be God's sonties, 'twill be a hard way to hit.'
3 God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
4 If I serve not him, I will run as far as God has any ground.
5 Well, gaoler, on, pray God Bassanio come To see me pay his debt, and then I care not.
6 No master, sir, but a poor man's son, his father, though I say't, is an honest exceeding poor man, and, God be thanked, well to live.
7 Why, if two gods should play some heavenly match, And on the wager lay two earthly women, And Portia one, there must be something else Pawn'd with the other, for the poor rude world Hath not her fellow.
8 His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.